The memory and career of Elizabeth Barrett Browning appear to us like some beautiful ideal. Nothing is earthly, though all is human; a spirit is passing before our eyes, yet of like passions with ourselves, and encased in a frame so delicate that every fibre is alive with feeling and tremulous with radiant thought. Her genius certainly may be compared to those sensitive, palpitating flames, which harmonically rise and fall in response to every sound-vibration near them. Her whole being was rhythmic, and, in a time when art is largely valued for itself alone, her utterances were the expression of her inmost soul.
E. C. Stedman: ‘Victorian Poets.’
FOOTNOTES:
[4] ‘Victorian Poets,’ by E. C. Stedman.
[5] Miss Mitford writes in 1851.
[6] Mr. Tilton writes in 1862.
MARGARET FULLER (OSSOLI).
1810-1850.